The police radio is blaring with all sorts of activity as we arrive at the police station, I groan slightly as I look around, unaware of much, except of the police station, being dragged inside I look around, knowing that I'm in trouble for assaulting officers, but they have the charges all wrong, I am no murderer, the skin they found is mine, and mine alone, I shed sometimes because of the experiments that were done on me. I look at the police as I am thrown in Jail, they kick me and laugh as they walk away, I Scoff slightly at their incompetence I walk up to the jail cell bars and bend them in half as I walk out, I run to the locker rooms of the police station and put on a rookie uniform as I grab my equipment, stand police issue, (Gun,Baton,Pepper spray etc) I walk out of the station, laughing a little, before realizing, i need my money. I walk back into the station as they notice me, they raise the alarm as I pull out my pistol and shoot two of the officers in the legs, disabling them as I quickly run to the evidence room, I grab my money and a few bootleg assault rifles as I run to the garage, stealing a police bike, I drive out of there as fast as I can, I hear a chopper int he background as they shoot at me, they hit my back tire as I go flying into the concrete, Men in Red suits pick me up and fly off to a deserted Island, I look around, woozily, confused, trying to figure out, where we are going, when I see the business tags on the red suits, I freak out, knowing..it is..them....
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